Chapter 62: Ascension tree trial [2]
Alira stepped forward, her movements sleek and deliberate. The air around her seemed to still—as if the world itself was holding its breath for the assassin’s strike.
She didn’t waste words.
One after another, potions met her lips—elixirs of haste, tonics of lethal precision, alchemical brews that sharpened her instincts to a razor’s edge. Then, like Neal before her, she grasped the Berserk Elixir, its crimson liquid swirling with contained fury.
She drank.
The effect was instantaneous.
Her veins darkened beneath her skin, pulsing with violent energy. Her muscles coiled like springs under tension, her breath turning sharp and controlled. Unlike Neal’s explosive transformation, hers was a silent storm—deadly, precise, humming with lethal intent.
But she wasn’t done.
Kaelen’s hands flickered, layering her with every buff he could muster— Crusader’s Resilience>, <Divine Favor>, <Fortitude of the Martyr>. The air around her warped, as though reality itself struggled to contain her escalating power.
Then, she activated her skill amplifier.
The air itself seemed to recoil as Alira’s daggers ignited with an impossible darkness. They didn’t gleam, didn’t reflect - they consumed, drinking in the light around them until the very space between her fingers throbbed with unnatural absence.
The edges bled void-black radiance, tendrils of nothingness licking hungrily at the air like inverse flames.